In my previous life, I, Qin Lang, could only watch helplessly as Qin Chuan closed his eyes in pain on my father's deathbed. This lifetime, I, Qin Lang, will exhaust every effort to pull you back from the clutches of the King of Hell!,Qin Chuan, already withered and emaciated, was covered with all sorts of pipes. Beside him stood a few people, including a middle-aged couple. Although both wore anxious expressions on their faces, Qin Chuan saw through their feigned worry to the cruelty lurking beneath.,There is also a young soldier in military uniform, who is Qin Lang's uncle, Ren Shangwu.。